He blushed, smiling so pretty for me that I almost caved and said the original thing.
I know, right? Enough with the alien mind rays already.
“Um, thanks for picking it out,” Sean said, looking down at himself like he was surprised at what he saw. “I… I didn’t know what to wear.”
“How about we just stick with whatever I tell you to,” I said because yeah, apparently I wasthatkinda boyfriend and fuck anyone who thought they got an opinion on it when it worked for me and Sean.
Honestly, though? I should totally pick out his clothes. Not that I really cared that much what he wore—I was kinda partial to him in nothing, actually—but not gonna lie, he looked good like this, all glowy and shit just because I’d taken charge a little… and yeah, the shirt looked good on him, too. I loved how it was tight enough to put those ultra-sensitive nipples of his on display... something I didn’t mind one fucking bit since he was mine and I was gonna make sure that anyone looking knew it. Mostly, though, I just liked seeing them myself, and I decided then and there that step one in my make-him-desperate-for-it-before-I-fucked-him-tonight plan was gonna be to walk him into the club with those two little nubs hard enough to cut glass.
“You decide yet on the house, Tyson?” Brian asked, turning around to face me again and smirking when he caught me whispering a few more dirty things in Sean’s ear as I slid my hand under his shirt to make that happen.
Swear to God it was still ninety percent PG-13 in the backseat here—well, maybe like sixty percent, but I mean, we totally still had all our clothes on and shit—but Sean still blushed beet red the moment Brian turned to look, ducking to put his face against my neck in a move that stroked my inner caveman just right.
I had mercy and stopped torturing his nipples… for now. No hiding the way his cock had snaked down his thigh to beg for my attention, though. And since I had a plan in motion and was all about the follow-through, I let my hand rest teasingly close to it so I could brush my thumb back and forth over the denim that covered his cockhead.
“Tyson,” he moaned quietly, burrowing against me even more... but pushing his cock toward my hand anyway.
I grinned. Yeah, I was definitely gonna look out for him—always—but there was no doubt that I knew what he needed better than he did sometimes. And a little embarrassment? It looked damn good on my boy in my not so humble opinion.
And I was killing it with the whole dressing him thing, if I did say so myself, because a slutty little wet spot to decorate his hard-on, something to show off just how hot he was for me when we walked into the club? That was gonna be the perfect accessory to accompany the way his shirt displayed those nipples I had standing at attention, now wasn’t it?
Brian laughed. “Fuck, Ty. Can you wait to jerk your boy off until we’re at least on the dance floor, please? I just got a text from Jay saying he told his cousin he can move into one of our extra rooms, so if you want the last one—”
“There’s… there’s a dance floor?” Sean interrupted, his head jerking up suddenly. “Do I have to… have to dance?”
Brian’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, no doubt as shocked as I was that shy little Sean had actually opened his mouth and let a full sentence out in front of him. Although fucking Brian, as if I wasn’t already salty as hell toward him tonight, now he’d just gone and set back my epic plans by dousing my boy with another cold dose of anxiety.
“T-T-Tyson?” Sean asked, digging his fingers into my arms as he turned pleading eyes on me and begged me to tell him no.
Which wasn’t gonna happen, because hell yeah, Sean had to dance. And by dance, I meant get out there with me, let me tease him in public, and generally give me the chance to make him crazy before I took him home and finally discovered just how loud he was gonna scream once I finally had my cock inside him. But was I about to tell him that when he looked like he was either on the verge of passing out or being sick? No I was not, thank you very much. Maybe I couldn’t claim the kind of mad study skills he had with school-type shit, but thereweresome things I was hella smart about.
“Hey,” I said, grabbing his chin to keep his eyes locked on mine. “Don’t worry about that, baby. I’m in charge, right? And you already promised to be good for me, so just focus on that.”
He nodded slowly, not blinking.
“We’re gonna have fun, sweetness,” I promised him, gentling my voice because this whole boyfriend thing had turned me into some kind of poster child for sensitivity or something. “And whatever happens, you know I’m gonna take care of you like I always do, right?”
Brian snorted back a laugh. “Who the fuck are you and where’s Tyson Graham?”
I ignored the noise and kept my eyes on my boy.
“Okay, Tyson,” Sean finally said faintly, his face bone-white.
Good boy… still terrified, though.
I gripped his chin a little tighter, stroking my thumb over his lips and then pushing it inside. And… yep. Right on cue, Sean started to suck, those first-time-in-a-club jitters of his starting to melt away before my eyes as his pretty blue ones took on that hazy, relaxed please-do-anything-to-me look I loved so damn much.
See? I was a fuckinggeniuswhen it came to this boy.
“Okay, your whole kinky ‘I’m in charge’ thing is hot and all,” Brian said, rolling his eyes. “But for real, you moving in with us this summer or not, Ty? Jay’s blowing up my phone, and I think he’s got someone else lined up if you’re not in.”
I pulled my thumb out of Sean’s mouth, deciding I was officially gonna unfriend Brian if he kept interfering like this, but then forgot about him for a sec, stifling a groan, when Sean blinked those pretty eyes of his and pouted at me like I’d just taken away his favorite toy.
Jesus. He killed me.
“Sorry to cut off all the foreplay, but we’re here,” the Lyft driver said dryly, adding himself to my shit list for the interruption.
I slid Sean off my lap and adjusted my raging wood while Brian started yapping about the room again. “Tell Jay to chill,” I told him as we all got out, keeping a tight grip on Sean’s hand since he’d started to tremble with nerves again. “I’ll take the room, at least for the summer, but no promises on next school year yet, okay?”
